Hi everyone! My name is Olivia Seegers and I am a freshman here at the University of Rhode Island. I have lived in the same place my whole life, Sherman,
Connecticut, and I am thankful to go to school in a totally different place. I grew up in a four person household, with my mother, father, and brother. Of course my
mom would like me to count the dogs and cats as siblings, but for now I will leave it at four. Like most kids growing up, I attended Saturday morning soccer games
every week at our local park, Veteran's Field. Practices were once a week, and anyone that could at least keep the ball under control was the MVP of the week. This
is where natural selection began, sorting out the weak ones and separating the athletes from the children.
Not really. But this is where I first found my love for sports and competition. Although I was not the quickest with my feet, in the 5th grade I would find out that
hand eye coordination would be my natural gift. I began basketball in middle school, and loved every minute of it; the practices, my coach and teammates,
dinners out after a victory, but by far my favorite part of sports was the adrenaline. Now I am not a thrill seeking person, I have no desire to cliff dive or jump out
of an airplane to feel a shot of electricity going through my veins. I lived for the heat of the moment, and working my tail off every weekend at games. I played
every year up until my senior year of high school, and had picked up other sports since then. Freshman year I also joined the fall volleyball team and the spring
track and field team. Sports have always made a huge impact on my life. Aside from my team family, I have loving parents and a reluctantly affectionate brother
back at home. Although it was my dad that really drove me with sports, my mom was always my number one fan. Attending almost all of my sporting events,
she was my cheerleader and coach on the sidelines.
I grew up in an extremely supportive family. Whenever my brother and I wanted to try something new, my parents were the first ones to say "Okay, lets tackle
this together." I am so thankful now for all they have done in my life, in school and out. Although I was always smart, I was never the top of my class, and of
course I was close friends with everyone in the top 10 of class ranks. I remember coming home from school upset that I didn't get as good a grade as them, or
highest honors. I was always on the honor roll, but never on top, and that's what my life seemed to be for a very long time. No matter how many hours I stayed
after school with the teacher, or flashcards I made, I was never the smartest. I became content with being second best, but always first in sports. This was the
way of the world up until my senior year when I decided that instead of my usual 100% towards sports and 90% to school, I would give my all to both. I ended
the year with a 3.6 GPA and multiple awards from my volleyball team.
Connecticut, and I am thankful to go to school in a totally different place. I grew up in a four person household, with my mother, father, and brother. Of course my
mom would like me to count the dogs and cats as siblings, but for now I will leave it at four. Like most kids growing up, I attended Saturday morning soccer games
every week at our local park, Veteran's Field. Practices were once a week, and anyone that could at least keep the ball under control was the MVP of the week. This
is where natural selection began, sorting out the weak ones and separating the athletes from the children.
Not really. But this is where I first found my love for sports and competition. Although I was not the quickest with my feet, in the 5th grade I would find out that
hand eye coordination would be my natural gift. I began basketball in middle school, and loved every minute of it; the practices, my coach and teammates,
dinners out after a victory, but by far my favorite part of sports was the adrenaline. Now I am not a thrill seeking person, I have no desire to cliff dive or jump out
of an airplane to feel a shot of electricity going through my veins. I lived for the heat of the moment, and working my tail off every weekend at games. I played
every year up until my senior year of high school, and had picked up other sports since then. Freshman year I also joined the fall volleyball team and the spring
track and field team. Sports have always made a huge impact on my life. Aside from my team family, I have loving parents and a reluctantly affectionate brother
back at home. Although it was my dad that really drove me with sports, my mom was always my number one fan. Attending almost all of my sporting events,
she was my cheerleader and coach on the sidelines.
I grew up in an extremely supportive family. Whenever my brother and I wanted to try something new, my parents were the first ones to say "Okay, lets tackle
this together." I am so thankful now for all they have done in my life, in school and out. Although I was always smart, I was never the top of my class, and of
course I was close friends with everyone in the top 10 of class ranks. I remember coming home from school upset that I didn't get as good a grade as them, or
highest honors. I was always on the honor roll, but never on top, and that's what my life seemed to be for a very long time. No matter how many hours I stayed
after school with the teacher, or flashcards I made, I was never the smartest. I became content with being second best, but always first in sports. This was the
way of the world up until my senior year when I decided that instead of my usual 100% towards sports and 90% to school, I would give my all to both. I ended
the year with a 3.6 GPA and multiple awards from my volleyball team.
(sorry I was unable to upload images)